The Journal of Rhiannon Black

Upon finishing the leftovers, I have decided that my chana really wasn't that bad. Perhaps not my best, but definitely better than merely passable. It could have used a bit more ginger to brighten it up; the gravy was a tad thicker than it needed to be; more chopped onions and tomatos would have just made it--better. And have decided to pull out my indian cookbooks and start really cooking again. I'm getting an almost overwhelming urge to make up a pot of Vegetable Rice. 

The Fairy rose has put out a bloom and it is the sweetest little thing, not even an inch across and doubled. A beautiful clear pink. I didn't notice much of a scent but it's supposed to have one.

I paid my fees on line this afternoon and I'm good to go next term. I couldn't get moving fast enough to get out the door, not in time to make it to the cashier's office before four. At least that was my fear.

Besides an overwhelming urge to make Vegetable Rice, I'm getting an almost overwhelming urge to sign up for another class. Oh, look, says I, Watercolor is still open and Malinowski's a nice guy. And it's in M-165, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Hmmmm, it would get me in the studio and hmmmm, I'd be ready to go to start banging on metal once Watercolor was done for the night. Hmmmmm.

Hmmmmmm.

There are eleven seats left. I'm wondering if that means the class is in danger of being canceled. If I register now, I have to pay now. So I would rather wait until tomorrow and call the Art office and find out what they say. Watercolor might be fun. And I need to do something to increase my ability to render my jewelry designs to any extent beyond a hopeless squiggle.

I am good at those.

Karen turned to me last night and asked "have you seen the cover of the latest Art Jewelry magazine." My eyes light up and she smiles. I said, I'm going to be buying me a sinusoidal stake (still can't say it right). She said she wasn't interested in the anticlastic forming but is now all on fire to try reticulation. I allowed as how I want to try it again, too. So I see a bout of reticulation in the (relatively) near future.

Such happy thoughts.

Oh, and though I did have more metal by sheer weight and volume, Karen did have a whole passel of completed bracelets and a few pendants.

I still win.